The long journey's pathway exhausted and consumed the essence of the heart of a soul. Its flesh form hunched beneath a giant tree to rest in a familiar place of comfort and peace in solitude. The spirit of the soul draws life from the sacred familiar ground, where Mother Earth harbors her deeply grounded mysteries. Secrets held within her core, where the soul’s human structure evolves from the dust of her deepest roots in a timeless dimension… To follow destiny is a thinker’s choice...
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Standing Barefoot on Rocky Ground ..... a long journey's reprise
Standing Barefoot on Rocky Ground ..... a long journey's reprise
Come walk with me a mile ... Walk on without our burden’s weighty shoes , warily trudging over the long rocky pathway of a lifetime in my soul ; a final edifying voyage to freedom . The winds of change are blowing briskly as we walk charily over the long rock-strewn passageway.
I shed these boots and skin, no longer fitting my scared, blistered and callused soles . As time slowly passes , this craggy terrain has evolved from a two-way passageway, into one-way jagged forage …
Standing barefooted and naked on rocky ground , dark sunken sleepless eyes scan the rolling vista as the wind blows star dust from the halo around the sun , blurring the delicate wispy cirrus clouds .
The sun’s radiance paints a frozen ice crystal azure into a vivid aura of prisms’ glittering corona. Kaleidoscope rainbows adorn the closest of solar stars . There's something in the ethereal air that leaves my soul unsettled , grasping for an allusive stability as rumors of gold elude me ...
The pain and suffering has vanished as if the body and soul have separated , numbness from the ache , severed nerves sharp reflection on serrated rocky edges , deadened useless flesh cut to the bone by misjudged obstacles encountered enduringly.
The barefooted spirit travels on , suffused in the solar spectrum’s dust ; yearning , longing to saunter above and beyond the bloated feathery pillows ; cumulus clouds finally resting at peace . Dipping these benumbed toes , heart’s weeping lesions into a healing bath from the bowers of bliss ...
An unfinished life of an open ended dream , reluctantly waking to take the last surrendering steps beyond the threshold ... A long and winding rocky journey’s destiny draws near
The halo around the sallow moon illuminates an understanding firmament ; the gloaming celestial sphere’s pending imminent soulful rain awaits the metamorphosis at the brink of dawn .
A shower of heaven's teardrops shall mourn the loss of form as the spirit of soul lives on , barefooted , naked and free like the dust in the wind absorbed eternally...
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